The best rock concert I ever went to was something of an accident. Early in 1986, my friend got four tickets to a Crosby, Stills and Nash reunion concert in Orange County, and gave two of them to Jane and I. The concert was scheduled for 8 PM, but we happened to hear on the radio that this group called The Band were going to open, starting at 7 PM or so. I’d heard of the band—”The Weight”, and “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down” were standards on the stations I listened to—but I didn’t really know anything about them. Still, why get there late? So we were there by 7 PM…and we were enchanted. When I think of that evening, CSN is a footnote, a minor footnote, entirely negligible.
This is a performance of the song we remember best from that show. We’d never heard it before. And when we heard it, it was even better than this.
And this is a song Helm recorded a few years before he died that’s become a favorite.
And my friend? He and his date didn’t hear about the change in program and missed the whole thing.